"I think we are near the shore now," said Wumble. "Them rocks wouldn't be likely to be out in the middle o' the lake."
"I think I see something!" cried Dick. "Over yonder."
With caution they advanced, and at last made out a small building, located between a number of large rocks. All around the building was snow and ice.
"A light!" cried Jack Wumble. "Somebody is thar! This is the best news yet."
He stumbled through the snow and over the ice and rocks until he reached the door of the cabin. He pounded loudly on the portal.
"Who is there?" demanded a rough voice from within.
"Friends," answered the old miner. "Let us in—we are 'most frozen to death."
"Who are you?" went on the voice from inside the cabin. "Be careful now, I am armed."
Cautiously the door to the cabin was opened and a very old man appeared. He was armed with a shotgun, which he pointed at those outside.
"I can't see ye," he said, slowly. "Come a bit closer, but not too clost, until I make sure who ye are."